tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053359349605002442024-02-19T18:39:29.742-08:00Melanie in MoroccoMelanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-48035859583964207252013-09-01T08:51:00.002-07:002016-09-01T13:33:29.155-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-4038378079020965982013-09-01T08:51:00.001-07:002016-09-01T13:33:25.470-07:00Feeling a part of a Moroccan Family <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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serving in Morocco, I have learned about some essential components that any
human being needs to thrive. In addition to having a sense of control over one’s
daily activities and feeling a sense of purpose, feeling connected and a part
of a community is of the upmost importance. We are energetic beings and need
the positive energy of others to keep us motivated and fulfilled. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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for the connections I have made with Moroccan families in my community, I don’t
think I would have had the strength to continue my service. Life in Peace Corps
is extremely lonely. However, the warmth I have received from Moroccans has
helped mitigate some of the negative aspects of isolation. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">I spend a
lot of time with one particular family. The mother’s name is Aziza, whom I
consider a mother to me in Tissint. She is calm, caring, and motherly. I have
never heard her yell or get angry. She parents with love, and it is beautiful to
watch. Then there are three girls, Baya, 16, the oldest, Fatima, 14, Selawa, 9,
and one boy Unis, 12. Baya is always busy cooking, cleaning, and helping her
mom with daily chores. She is the quietest of the three girls, has a warm
smile, and a curious nature. Fatima loves to learn, especially English, and go
on adventures. One of my favorite memories with her is when we took the bus to the
bigger city, Tata, about an hour north of Tissint. Together, we shopped, walked
around, and we were even invited to share a meal with a Moroccan family we met
that day. Then there is Selawa. She is one of the funniest girls I have ever
met. If she were to come to the USA, she could easily be cast in her own comedy
show. She has a star quality about her and a sense of humor that brightens
anyone’s day. Unis has been deaf and barely able to speak since he was young. However,
this does not stop him from living his life to the fullest. He is expressive, energetic,
and loves to help. He is kind, gentle, and trustworthy. He loves to walk Haven
and help me with my chores. We often go on walks and share the peaceful nature
of our community. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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like one of them the other day. It was a beautiful morning, and we walked 30
minutes out into the palmery. Here we collected palm tree leaves, which are
used for baking bread and creating roofs over open spaces in homes. We
collected them into four bundles. Then we each hoisted one bundle onto the tops
of our heads and made the journey back home. The image of me walking alongside
them with a bundle of palm tree leaves on my head is a memory that I will never
forget. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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their sister and I call them my sisters and my brother. It is as if they have
adopted me. They come by daily to check up on me. The door is always open for
me to go and drink tea, share a meal, or even sleep at their house if I am feeling
particularly scared or lonely. I am not sure how I can ever thank them enough
for how they have impacted not only my service, but my life. Through them I
have seen the goodness of humanity. They have become my family here and will
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Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-43053128712543004902013-03-12T06:55:00.000-07:002016-09-01T13:26:24.508-07:00March Marks One Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">March marks one -year in Morocco,
and I couldn’t feel more excited. This past year has undoubtedly been one of the
most challenging, but rewarding years of my life. As I reflect on this past
year, it is amazing how much has happened. I moved to Morocco, learned basic
Moroccan Arabic, moved in with two Moroccan families, survived my first desert
summer, facilitated activities for Moroccan youth, and experienced the many emotional
highs and lows of Peace Corps life. It has been an unforgettable year, and I
feel more blessed and grateful than ever for the wonderful people in my life
and the opportunities that I have been given. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">March not only marks one year in
Peace Corps, but is also one of the busiest work months of the year. Since
returning from vacation, the dar chebab (youth center) has been packed with
youth. I have had a consistent work schedule and routine, which has really
helped me feel adjusted and productive. My work includes teaching English,
soccer, art, dance, hiking, and girls/women’s empowerment activities. I love to
watch the young women learn and be engaged in the activities at the dar chebab.
I also recently celebrated International Women’s Day with a few other
volunteers. My friend organized a program, and I helped facilitate an activity
about the Moudawana Code, a law that now gives women more freedoms and rights
in marriage, divorce, and guardianship. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">In addition to being busy with work, I also celebrated a Moroccan holiday with a local family. We walked to a nearby village where they slaughtered a camel and a cow in honor of Muhammed's birthday. There was a large market set up with local jewelry and goods. </span></span><br />
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Haven. I found him alone and abandoned in a little cave in the mountain. I
couldn’t say no to his sweet, innocent puppy face. My neighbors and community
members think I am a little weird (something I am sure they have been thinking
for the past year). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The concept of having
a dog as a pet is a little foreign to many Moroccans. He has been a positive
addition to my life here in Morocco. He is one lucky pup and will be returning
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general, life in Morocco feels pretty normal now. There are fewer surprises,
and I feel settled and comfortable in my little Moroccan house. I have my
little routines that bring me peace and help me re-center after a stressful
day. I especially love to sit in my courtyard, look at the stars, and drink hot
cocoa. I have also figured out how to cook tasty meals using the local
ingredients and have had a lot of fun in the kitchen. The hiking and bike
riding is also spectacular this time of year. I have never seen beauty like I
do here in Morocco. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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all for now. I hope life is going well for all who read this. Sending love and light to
friends and family in the USA!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-13257060458422160522012-12-22T03:12:00.000-08:002012-12-22T03:12:48.964-08:00Merry Christmas from Morocco! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since my Peace Corps Detour, life
in Morocco has been going well. My volunteer community is filled with kids,
which means I am always busy! I have created a consistent work schedule. Sunday
and Monday the youth center is closed. Tuesday is girls club in the morning and
soccer in the afternoon. Wednesday is girls club in the afternoon, Thursday is English
class, Friday is art club, and Saturdays tend to be more soccer and Frisbee time.
Slowly but surely, I hope to facilitate a girl’s empowerment workshop, a health
day, and a mural painting at the youth center. I am looking forward to the many
project potentials in my community. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">In addition to becoming busy with
work, relationship building with the Moroccan people has been great! Within my
community, four Moroccan families have extended an open door policy to me. They
are always inviting me over to share meals. I don’t think I have eaten lunch
once in my house since coming back! Eating lunch with the Moroccan people is
important for me to do in order to feel connected and apart of the community. I
feel safe in their presence and there are moments where I feel like another
link in their family. I also find eating the Moroccan food heart-warming and
comforting. The dishes seem to be perfectly balanced with just the right amount
of spices. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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corner! I will be going to a nearby town to spend the holiday with other P</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">eace
Corps volunteers. Then, soon after, I am going to Europe for a two-week vacation
to Croatia, Slovenia, Hungary, and Austria. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas to all my wonderful
friends and family! This is my first Christmas away from home, and I will
definitely be missing our annual giant family gift exchange, grandma’s
stuffing, cookies, but most of all the people who make the holidays so special,
family and friends. Lots of Love and Merry Christmas from Morocco!</span> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-59595920024845467302012-12-13T13:35:00.001-08:002016-09-01T13:25:09.808-07:00My Peace Corps Detour <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">During training, the Peace Corps
talks about the cycle of emotions that volunteers tend to experience throughout
their service. They even gave us a handy diagram as a reference. Around this
time is the adjustment phase, which tends to accompany feelings of anxiety and
stress. Homesickness tends to intensify and the challenges of living abroad
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">These past few months have been
the most challenging thus far. After completing my work at the orphanage, I
continued to attend more volunteer trainings. The stress of living out of my
pack for many months was wearing on me. I went back to site with the hope of
feeling more relaxed, because I would finally be in one place. When I got to
site I woke each day and tried my hardest to focus on my work and mission as a
volunteer, but I still didn’t feel right. I felt scared and confused. I wanted
with all my heart to be a volunteer in my site. Yet, I felt out of balance. I
needed to see my family and be around people who would provide me with lots of rejuvenating
energy. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Thus, I made the decision to
return home to reconnect with loved ones. When I was home, I did lots of yoga,
ate healthy, spent lots of time with family, and focused on getting stronger. I
think my decision to return home will make my Peace Corps service more productive.
Because I myself feel stronger, I believe I can be a greater source of peace
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I have learned that I need to be
strong within myself, before I can efficiently support and serve others. Thanks
to my wonderful friends and family I am feeling stronger! My
journey these past few months have also filled me with humility. I am human,
which means I am vulnerable. I am not invincible, and I need to protect myself.
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Transitioning back to Peace Corps
life has been challenging, but each day is becoming easier. Everyday has been
filled with a blessing of some sort. I started a girls club at the youth
center, which includes dance, music, art, and hopefully some cooking! I am also
teaching English and playing lots of UNO, soccer, and Frisbee. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Today I finalized my plans for a
mini-remodel in my house. I am going to put Moroccan tile into my courtyard. It
has been fun decorating my space! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It feels good to be settling back
into Peace Corps life, and I don’t have to leave site until the end of the
month! Hamdullah! (Thanks be to God in Arabic) <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-13185629731481853042012-08-22T12:39:00.002-07:002016-09-01T13:38:12.269-07:00My First Summer in Morocco <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">August 19 marks month 5 in country! I really can’t believe it! Overall, time has moved
quickly, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that some days have passed at
snail’s pace. My overall experience here continues to be positive and life changing
in many ways. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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appreciation for the United States has grown immensely over these
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quality life. I will carry this appreciation with me for the rest of my life,
and I am extremely grateful for this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are always opportunities for self-growth and discovery. In many ways I feel my
emotions are clearer and more easily identifiable in Morocco. The sadness that
I feel here is a pure sadness, not sadness mixed with anger, nervousness and
frustration. I am simply feeling sad, because I miss my family and friends. I
will continue to feel waves of sadness during my Peace Corps experience.
However, I continue to move forward with the knowledge that there is nothing
more important to me in my life than my relationships with my family and
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have had many days here, where my only obligation is to just live in Morocco,
to be with myself, be with others. This is a freeing feeling and an opportunity
to be in the present moment. I am slowly learning to give up a little control
and let go. I am learning to make friends with the millions of ants that live
in my house, rather than trying tape up every hole they may inhabit. I am
learning to breath when I am frustrated when Moroccans don’t form a line at the
post office. I am learning to have lots of patience with kids when they want to
play 20 games of UNO in row. I am learning how to live each day open, awake,
and alive to the beautiful things that each day brings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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past weeks have brought many eye-opening experiences…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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participated in summer camp in El Jadidia, a city north of my site on the coast.
I taught Intermediate High English, went to the beach, and played games with
the youth. In my English lessons I incorporated topics like health, mental
health, self-esteem, careers, travel and culture. I had tons of fun getting to
know other Peace Corp volunteers, interacting with Moroccan youth, and enjoying
the cool, coastal weather! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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one of my English classes, I spoke about self-esteem. We talked about how self-knowledge
and understanding provides the basis for high self-esteem. Many times we learn
about ourselves through interacting with others. Thus, I had my students write
their names on a piece of paper. Then, the papers were anonymously passed
around the room, and the students wrote down one nice thing about that person. Unfortunately,
one of the students wrote, “I hate you” on one of the pieces of paper. I was
shocked and upset that the activity took this path. However, it was during this
time that I felt my presence was extremely valuable. This occurrence provided
me with an opportunity to talk to the youth about the importance of treating
others with respect. I felt like they learned a valuable lesson, and I was
grateful for the opportunity to speak with them about this topic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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back to site after summer camp felt similar to the experience of going up a
steep hill on a rollercoaster. I was anticipating and waiting for the heat to
hit me full force. I felt nervousness associated with the lack of physical
comfort that I would be experiencing in my site. To my surprise, the heat was
more bearable than expected. There were actually a couple nights where I
covered up with a blanket! No 140-degree heat wave, just summer desert heat. (which
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order to assist in the cultural integration process, Elizabeth and I decided to
participate in the first 10 days of Ramadan. (After 10 days we left for Agadir
to work at an orphanage for the month of August) Elizabeth and I went without
food all day. Then around 7:30, the call to prayer would sound, and we would
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fast after withstanding from food all day was a unique and enjoyable
experience. The realization that every Moroccan is eating at the same time
brought a feeling of community and oneness. Every taste bud was awake for this
meal! Every night, we broke fast with figs, hairara (a Moroccan soup with
spices, chickpeas, lentils, and noodles), pancake-like bread with honey, and
shbekia (fried dough with honey). I drank their rendition of coffee (really
sugary milk) and lots and lots of tea! Then, I would drink more tea and play
UNO with our host siblings and the neighbor kids. Around 3:00 AM, we ate our
second meal, which consisted of a Moroccan tagine, a traditional Moroccan dish
in a circular bowl with meat, spices, and vegetables, homemade juice, and
fruit. Around 4:00 AM, we went to bed and the cycle continued for 10 days. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in the desert was also a challenging experience! With low blood sugar and the
heat, I lacked so much energy I could barely speak during the day. I had a lot
of time to think. I thought about how I could apply this fasting experience to
my own faith. I though about my family, my friends, the comforts of home, and
things that I want to accomplish in Morocco. When I couldn’t think anymore or
was too hot to read, I found myself staring at the wall. (Seems to be a normal
occurrence for me) Despite the long days, Elizabeth and I managed to pass time
by playing lots of Rummy, watching movies on our computers, reading, and
listening to music. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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found the experience of Ramadan valuable and necessary to do in order to relate
more fully to the Moroccan culture. I appreciate the communal experience of
Ramadan, and I loved tasting and savoring every flavor of food. I also
appreciate that I always have the ability to eat when I am hungry, something I
easily take for granted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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10 days of Ramadan, Elizabeth and I traveled to Agadir to work at an SOS
Village orphanage, which is where I currently reside. Our youth center is
closed during the month of August, and the heat reduces the amount of activity
in our site. Thus, we thought working at an orphanage would be a great way to
utilize our time and skills. There are about one hundred children and ten
mothers living here. Each mother raises about ten children. The children are
fully equipped with an outdoor playground, an indoor jungle gym, an art room,
an auditorium, and a computer room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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my time here, I have been teaching yoga, playing games, and doing art. Keeping
the kids attention focused on an activity for more than 15 minutes has been a
challenge, but I learning how to have lots of patience with them. Many of them
simply desire our attention and to be held. They are adorable, and I have loved
getting to know them over the past few weeks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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addition to interacting with kids, I have had the opportunity to do
stress-reduction and teach yoga to the mothers. I have loved working with these women! These
mothers work so hard raising these kids by themselves. In order to be an SOS
Village mother, one has to commit to never get married. Raising these kids
becomes their life-decision. I have admiration for the strength and dedication
these women possess. They have enjoyed having some time to themselves to
breath, relax, and re-center. My experience with them has solidified my
decision to get my yoga teacher training when I come home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time at the orphanage is wrapping up and then I am off to more trainings and
workshops. Then, I go back to site, where I am looking forward to the many
possibilities that lie ahead! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I traveled by suq bus to my site. As we drove the terrain began to change from luscious green fields to rocky mountain formations. The mountains were endless and from a distance appeared to be swirled in design. As we winded up and down the mountains, the land became more barren. Yet, from time to time we would stumble upon a large collection of palm trees. They would surprise me every time. I observed landscapes that I have never seen or experienced before. The drive seemed to be an endless journey into an unknown world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">By about six hours into the bus ride, we experienced the regular bout of vomit from passengers that are not used to traveling long distances. “This is something you will never get used to,” another volunteer told me. About 7 hours from the time we left Agadir, we arrived in Tata, a small city about an hour west of Tissint. Upon our arrival in Tata, the other volunteers previously placed in our region welcomed us with a giant sign that said Peace Corps and all of our site’s names. I immediately felt supported and a strong sense of community among all the volunteers. Because we are so far away from everyone and in places so vastly different from our homes in America, the volunteers in our region are a close-knit family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">From Tata, we took a Taxi to Tissint. The hour drive to my site was an experience I will never forget. We drove straight into the distance, encircled by breathtaking rocky mountain formations. The land surrounding us was dusty and barren. There were a couple small villages along the way, but nothing more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">We pulled into the one road town of Tissint. Welcome home I told myself. I introduced myself to my new host family as Malika, the Arabic name I was given by my Arabic teacher in training. I have three host brothers, Said, 17, and Rachid, 18, Youseff, 10, and two host sisters, Jamiea, 12 and Zahara, 21. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Said has a curious, inquisitive nature. Having had little exposure to American culture, everything is new and different through the eyes of Said. He thought my ipod was a phone and loves taking pictures of anything and everything. Things that I thought were trash were a treasure to him. He wore my lanyard from orientation around his neck and thought it was the coolest thing. He is hardworking and loves to help out in any way that he can, even if that means painting weird random shapes on the walls of our house. (We made it into a vine of flowers) He helps clean and makes tea daily. Kindhearted and loving, he is always excited to see us and always sad to see us go. One week Elizabeth and I had to travel to Agadir for a meeting and he woke up early and ran ahead of the bus just so he could wave goodbye to us. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;">When I first met Jamiea she was sweet-tempered and shy, but since being around her for about a month now she has shown her bubbly, outgoing side. She is easy-going and like Said, curious about Elizabeth and I. We love to play Frisbee with them in the afternoons when the sun goes down a little.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Since moving in, we have put a lot of work into our house and are finally feeling settled here in Tissint. It has been a process though! In order to buy a fridge/freezer (an essential item – frozen melon makes the desert heat a tad more tolerable) we had to travel about an hour to Tata, via suq bus. In Tata, we bought a fridge, two beds, two nightstands, a small table, and 4 wooden blocks to prop our beds. We loaded all of these items into the bottom of the suq bus and traveled back to Tissint, all the while drenched in sweat. When we arrived in Tissint, the bus employees helped us unload everything. We got off the bus and oh was it a site to see! Tissint is encircled my mountains so picture this…me, the mountains, a fridge, two beds, two nightstands, in the middle of the dusty road in the centre of the one road town of Tissint. Everything was also closed so we were all alone. Wish I had captured this image. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">In addition to establishing a place of residence in Tissint, I have also started to familiarize myself with the environments in which I will work for the next two years. Our first day in site Elizabeth and I went to the Dar Chebab, and as we walked into the classroom/theatre room about 150 kids surrounded us. They immediately started clapping and cheering when they saw us. My eyes welled up with tears as I stood and looked upon the faces of these beautiful children. I couldn’t believe I was finally here looking at the kids that will define my Peace Corps experience. Since that day, we have had a few meetings with our mudir, the man that oversees the youth center, and had a meet and greet session with available youth in our community. Because Tissint is so hot in the summer, many people leave and live somewhere else for the summer. Most of our work with the youth here will begin in September. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Tissint also has a women’s center or neti neswi. We have met several of the women and have observed them making beautiful rugs. I am currently in the process of trying to help the women sell their crafts internationally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The women in Tissint are full of life. I have been to a few Moroccan parties in Tissint, which have been rich cultural opportunities. The parties are usually held in the large courtyards of homes. We sit on colorful rugs on the cement, and I listen to the women sing and play the drums and watch them dance. At the last party I danced with my host mom in front of about 75 women! I imitated her movements and tried to dance like she does! It was such a rush! The women put necklaces on me and said BssHa or “to your health” as I danced. The women are fully dressed in the hajib with beautiful colored fabrics. Tie die tends to be the most popular. I purchased one and sometimes wear them to the parties. They seem to appreciate my effort to dress like them. They are adorned in gold and silver jewelry. Women also come around with bottles of perfume and spray it all over me. Either before or after music and dancing we eat a typical Moroccan tagine, which consists of meat, spices and vegetables in a circular dish. At parties men and women are completely segregated, men in one room and women in another. Eating, dancing, visiting are all done separate. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">On a side note, since being in Morocco I have observed that Moroccans relate differently to time and space than Americans. Moroccans tend to take their time with everything. Eating is always a formal process, never rushed. Visiting a neighbor is never a quick hello. Morning tea easily turns into lunch and evening snack. It was a challenge the other day to leave our host mom’s sister’s house to go the youth center, because she insisted that we stay and participate in after lunch dancing and drumming. Spending time with others tends to be highly valued. In the United States, I am accustomed to having a personal and a physical space that I call my own. In Morocco, every physical space tends to be communal and the concept of having an individual space tends to be less prevalent. I also have a lot less personal space. When I lived with my second host family the only time I had complete personal space was in the shower. Otherwise I was constantly around my siblings and my host mom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">A few other things I want to mention… I have learned that the choice to work out is a luxury. Doing laundry by hand and completing simple everyday tasks are a workout! Laundry is usually a three-hour task and my arms and back are pretty sore by the end. I will never take for granted a night’s sleep without flies swarming me at 6:00 AM. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I have had moments of homesickness, but I am finding ways to pick myself up and keep moving forward. I discovered that one of the hanoots has chocolate milk sometimes! It was a good day. Going on walks in the evenings and going to the dar chebab have been great ways to get me out of my head and into the present moment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Heading to El Jadida tomorrow, a city on the coast, north of Agadir, to teach English at a summer camp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>My whole being has been consumed with joy these past couple
weeks. Everyday has brought something new. Everyday has brought insights into
another’s life experience. Everyday has brought me into closer relationship
with Moroccans. I am living so outside myself, and I feel liberated. </b></div>
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<b>These past couple weeks were filled with many great memories
with my family. My host brother, Sufian, took me on a day trip to the town of
Sefrou outside of Fez, where we hiked and saw a beautiful waterfall. We took
lots of pictures and shared a great afternoon. I will never forget the moment
when I gave him a printed copy of a picture of us together. He said with a huge
smile “I am so happy now, but I am sad you have to go.” I will always consider
Sufian my brother. </b></div>
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<b>I cooked pizza for my family, which they LOVED! They had
never had pizza the way I made it..lots of fresh veggies. They said they would
always make pizza like this from now on. I also helped my mom cook lots of
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<b>I continued to participate in Miriam’s preparation for
marriage. I had a “girls” night with Miriam and my cousin, Bassma. I also
stayed the night at her apartment with my other sister, Hudda. Bassma took me
out in the city with Hudda, where we ate pizza and rode a horse drawn carriage
around the city. Such a fun night! During my last night with my family, we
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<b>Saying my good-byes to my host family was sad. My Mom cried
as I hugged her and waved goodbye. My brothers gave me one final hug as they
went off to school. I consciously stored Humza’a awesome smile in my long-term
memory. Miriam and Bassma walked me to the taxi stand, where I gave them hugs
and said my usual expressions (it became a daily ritual to exchange these
expressions with one another)…Eziz Eliya (you are precious to me), hbiba kul
nhar (my love everyday), and xti kul nhar (sister everyday). As they closed the
door, tears welled up in my eyes. It’s amazing how I was able to form such deep
relationships with individuals even though I had limited language. As I reflect
on my stay with them, I am overcome with gratitude for their genuine kindness.
The love that I have experienced in my host family was so pure and genuine.
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<b>I also found out about my final site placement! Before the
announcement of our final sites, the room of 110 volunteers was bursting with
energy, anticipation, nervousness, and excitement. We all signed up for the
Peace Corps with the knowledge that we could be placed anywhere in the country.
However, now that we have been in county for two months, we have seen the
beach, the mountains, the city, and the countryside and preferences and hopes
about site placement had definitely surfaced. First, we were separated by
region. They called my name and Elizabeth’s for region 5! (The south) We went
into another room, where our regional manager had a map of the region on power
point. One by one he put our faces on the map with a single click. My face went
far southeast in the small desert village of Tissint. My initial reaction was
laughter. For some reason, I found it funny that I would be placed far far away
from everyone else in the middle of the desert. I think there was some fear
rooted in my laughter as well. After a few other individuals were revealed
their fate, my regional manager clicked his mouse and Elizabeth’s head floated
right next to mine! We are site mates! I screamed with relief. I don’t think
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<b>We were told by our regional manager that there are swiya
hard (little hard) and hard sites. Our site is a hard site. Volunteers tend to
get lonely at our site, so I am happy that the Peace Corps is using Elizabeth
and I in a positive way. A guidebook describes our region as virtually
uninhabited. Our village has one road, no bank, and very little resources. The
heat will rise to as high 130 degrees in the summer! I am beyond excited about
my site. I requested a smaller village, because I feel I will be able to integrate
deeper into the community. Because there are few resources, there is also so
much room for growth in my site. I will never be able to engage in a living
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<b>I swore in as an official volunteer yesterday and it felt
awesome! All our hard work during training was celebrated in a ceremony that
brought together the US Ambassador, the Moroccan Minister of Youth, our
Community Director, Peace Corps Staff, and previous volunteers. They spoke
words of inspiration and encouragement and applauded our commitment to service.
Swearing in was comparable to graduation…a time where our past accomplishments
are celebrated, but also a time to think about how we will carry our skills and
talents out into the world. We are trained volunteers. Now it is our
responsibility to apply our abilities to our communities and facilitate
positive change. I found myself so happy about the knowledge that I will be
living in this amazing country for two more years. This experience doesn’t stop
at the end of training…it is only the beginning. I can’t wait to see what these
next two years will bring. This experience has already been rich with growth
and exploration. I feel I have learned so much about others, the Moroccan
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<b>Today I am began my journey to the remote, rural desert
town of Tissint, my home for the next years. I just took a train from Rabat to
Marrakesh and a bus to the beautiful beach city of Agadir. I will
spend one night here and then continue on to Tata tomorrow and Tissint on Saturday.
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Camp was a weeklong occurrence that brought in youth from the surrounding area.
I taught English, nutrition, and helped facilitate activities with the youth.
We even had a Moroccan-American dance exchange! Spring Camp was a little taste
of the kind of work I will be doing in my final site, and it was definitely a
source of joy for me. I felt more connected to Morocco, a sense of purpose, and
enjoyed beginning to form relationships with Moroccan youth. I found myself
energized, excited, and motivated to make a positive change. I plan on carrying
a sense of this spirit and passion with me as I continue on my journey here in
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every neighborhood in Morocco, and going to the Hammam tends to be a weekly
occurrence for men and women. It is a time to socialize and get a weekly scrub
down. I guess I would describe it as something like a 5 star bucket bath. We
sit on these little stools, surrounded with buckets of hot water, in a
giant-tiled, steamed room. Women scrub their bodies and each other with Hammam
gloves that help get all the dead skin off the body. I must say I was very exfoliated
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walked around the Old Medina in Fez. The Old Medina is beautiful part of my CBT
site, a place that attracts many tourists and is filled with vibrantly colored
rugs, shoes, and clothing. The streets are narrow and surrounded by endless
shops of Moroccan goods. We discovered a cafe that overlooks the entire Medina and has spectacular views! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I also experienced the seemingly normal bout of sickness during training. I
wanted nothing but to be home in my own bed. To cure my illness, I was
encouraged by my host Mom to eat only yogurt and cheese and to never drink
coffee from the café again. Feeling
physically depleted, I also felt emotionally depleted. However, with my health
restored this week, my spirits are up and I will not take my health here for
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style,” beautifully tiled and vibrantly colored fabrics. We had a Moroccan-American dinner. We made pizza for the family from
scratch and they made bastillas (thin dough filled with chicken and fish)! We
surprised ourselves by our ability to make homemade dough with little previous
experience or a recipe. The next day I went on a walk with my CBT mate and the sons of the family. It was interesting talking to them about the importance of marriage in Morocco and other aspects of Moroccan culture. I also observed a donkey pulling a carriage next to a mercedes -- quite an interesting contrast! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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more I interact with Moroccan people, the more I feel a sense of Moroccan
pride. All of the Moroccan people I have met have wanted me to feel comfortable
in their presence. Their hospitality is endless, and they are extremely kind
and open towards people they meet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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feel extremely comfortable and relaxed with my host family. I have adjusted pretty
well to their routine and lifestyle. My language is improving and in between
some Darija (Moroccan Arabic), Spanish, and English we are usually able to
articulate our thoughts to each other.
I truly feel loved and apart of their family. We have inside jokes,
laugh a lot, and act super silly around each other. I am able to be my weird
self and they whole-heartedly embrace me. My mother and sister work so hard, always
cooking and cleaning. The more I get to know my host mom, the more I see that she is a smart and open-minded woman. She has done a wonderful job raising four children! My oldest host sister is talented in fashion design. I love watching her design in our parlor room. My youngest host brother is always full of smiles. His kindness and calming energy makes me love hanging out with him. My spirits are always lifted in his presence. I LOVE my host family so much, and I will definitely miss them when I move on to the next chapter of the Peace Corps experience. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">My oldest host sister is also preparing for marriage and this has been an interesting process to
observe. She is helping design her many dresses and busy buying things for her
new life with her husband. I am learning that weddings are an elaborate and an
integral part of Moroccan culture. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Last week we taught English at the Dar-Chebab. The youth that I have interacted
with are extremely motivated to learn English. We even talked at length with
some of them about their Education system and ways they want to see it improve.
Their energy got me excited to continue having these empowering interactions
with Moroccan youth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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just returned from Azrou yesterday, where I was visiting Elizabeth and her host
family. Seeing her was a huge source of relief and comfort. I almost feel like
I am at home when we have the chance to spend time together and talk about our
experiences. Having someone here that knows me well helps me feel less foreign
in an unfamiliar place. I am thankful for this blessing everyday. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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life in Morocco is picking up speed. I have been extremely busy with language
and cross-cultural training. I wake up at 7:30 and have four hours of language training from 8:30 to 12:30. Then I go home for lunch until 2:00. We do cross-culture activities in the afternoon and finish around 6:00. I go home and have caskroot ( a big snack) around 7:00. I have dinner anywhere between 10:00 and 11:00. Then I go to bed. The days are long, but the weeks are short. There
are constant challenges, but I try and let go and move through them. I see
these challenges as a chance to reflect on what I am grateful for and to learn
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only have two weeks until I am officially sworn in as a volunteer and proceed
to my final site! I do not have any idea where I will be living next month and
this has been a source of excitement and nervousness. I am looking forward to
regaining a little bit of control and independence, but will miss my host family and am aware of the
challenge of adjustment that is ahead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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my experience continues to be positive and I feel I am where I am supposed to
be. Sending so much love to my friends and family. Being away from you is a
huge challenge. LOVE to you all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-74501869375796932012012-04-08T03:04:00.005-07:002012-04-08T04:57:38.902-07:00Living with my Moroccan Family<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h4><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"> </span></div></h4><h3 style="text-align: left;">I have officially been living with my Moroccan host family for a little over a week now, and I feel like I am living in a completely different world. I live in a small apartment in Fez, Morocco with two younger sisters, 20 and 16; two younger brothers, 17 and 19, and a wonderful host mother who treats me like one of her own. She says I am one of her girls and even insisted that I take a beautifully sequined Moroccan dress as a gift to symbolize my presence in their family. I have a father, but I have not met him. He is a marble maker and lives and works in another city. </h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
My 20 year-old host sister is full of energy, bubbly, funny, and extremely kind. The first day we walked arm and arm around the markets. I immediately felt safe in her presence, a feeling I so desperately need throughout this experience. Oh, and she loves to dance! The first night she blasted Arabic music and started dancing. Hesitant, I got up from the couch and joined her. We laughed and had fun even though we had only exchanged a few words at that point. Dance is truly a window into another culture. I am grateful that I can rely on dance as a form of communication, especially when there is a huge language barrier.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
My host sister got engaged yesterday! She dressed up in a red, sequined Moroccan dress and the family of the groom came over to the apartment to chat over tea and sweets. I think it went really well. She is full of smiles. </h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
My other sister and brothers are wonderful as well. My 16-year old sister took me on what I think is her typical night out. This consisted of walking around the city for a few hours and congregating with other adolescents by the candy shop. My 19-year old brother took me into the city last weekend acting as my personal tour guide. I loved experiencing more of Morocco through him.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
Hospitality is deeply rooted in Moroccan culture, and my family is nothing but hospitable. With kindness and patience, they give so much and want me to feel comfortable. They encourage me to eat, and I mean EAT! They say Kuli, or you eat! If they see me without bread in front of me they make sure to hand me another giant piece. I have to say sbet, LHamdullah or I am full, thanks be to God a few times before they let me stop eating. Meal times have been one of the most interesting, full of culture experiences. We eat communally off of the same plate and use bread as our means to consume the meat and vegetables. It's not culturally acceptable to each with my left hand. I think I have definitely won the award for being the most messy eater in my family. My diet consists mostly of fish, chicken, bread, potatoes, pasta, rice, some vegetables, and tons of sugar. They love sugar and insist on adding it to everything from tea, to rice, to milk.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
I have observed that family bonds are extremely strong. I can sense that my family is close-knit. Communication between the family members are consistent. They share meals, especially lunch together. They argue and get frustrated with each other, but also joke around and laugh with one another. I can see they love each other very much.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
Fez is a big city in Morocco, but I am beginning to know my way around my neighborhood. During the day market stands are set up in the streets with fresh fruits and vegetables, clothes, and miscellaneous things. There are many little shops all around that sell everything from almonds to soap. Kids are walking to and from school, and cars are zooming past. I hear shouts of people bargaining, sounds of construction, and kids yelling. The call to prayer also sounds throughout the day. It has been interesting living in a country where religion is so much apart of the culture.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
I am a one-minute walk from the Dar-Chebab or youth house where I attend daily language class with my five other CBT trainees. We have language for about 4 hours in the morning. Then, I return home for lunch with my family. In the afternoon, we go on a community walk to learn more about Moroccan culture and fine-tune our observational skills or we have other training sessions. The days are long and I am pretty exhausted by the time I return home. In the evenings I try to engage with my family, study, and rest. Ironically, I think I have been watching more TV here than in the states. We like to watch Turkish soap operas or MTV.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
This week has been full of challenges. Using the bathroom is an adventure in itself and hot showers are such a treat. Finding a sense of purpose for being in Morocco amidst the challenges of adjustment has been difficult. I have to bring myself back to my mission as a youth developer in the Peace Corps and remind myself of why I am here. I also remind myself that one of the reasons I applied for the Peace Corps was the knowledge that the experience would be full of challenges. Enduring the difficult times is what will help me grow and learn. I also applied for the Peace Corps, because I yearned for a simplified lifestyle where I could be more in tune with myself and others. However, I am beginning to question the idea that a "simple life" really exists. I think life will always be full of complexities and I now I am challenging myself to find that sense of simplicity and peace within the ups and downs. I have to take this experience day by day and remember that I have the support and resources to get through each day. </h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">I miss my family and my friends. I miss being able to express myself fully. I miss eating what I want to eat. I miss dancing. I miss exercising. I miss trees. I miss space, and I miss peace and quiet. Love to everyone at home! </h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br />
Happy Easter from Morocco!</h3><br />
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</h4></div></div>Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-80799557434794839672012-03-26T11:49:00.001-07:002012-03-26T12:02:49.422-07:00Peace Corps Orientation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I have arrived safely in Morocco! I have only been here a week, but it feels like months…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The weekend before I left for Morocco I had the opportunity to participate in a life transformation weekend in Chicago. Throughout the weekend we learned how to identify with our emotions at a deeper level in an effort to unleash our greatest potential as human beings. The weekend inspired me to continue to use my emotions to connect to others and myself more deeply. I want to live with an open heart and see the hard times as part of the adventure. I am committed to living this experience in constant self-growth so that I can become my best self. This is the best gift I can give to Moroccan youth. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Saying my good-byes was difficult. I had totally planned to be set and ready to go to the day before I left, but in the chaos of saying my good-byes it didn’t really work out that way. I was still throwing things into my bags the second before I left for the airport. Flustered and out of sorts, I met my first fellow trainee in the Cincinnati airport. It was comforting having a trainee by my side as we carried over eighty pounds of luggage around the airport. We flew to Philadelphia together for one night of orientation/staging. Having slept little the night before I left, I ran on adrenaline for the rest of the day. I met my trainee group of over 100 volunteers, met some of the Peace Corps staff, and completed the necessary forms. I also saw my beautiful friend Elizabeth, whom I haven’t seen since graduation! She has already been a huge source of support during this transitional week. The next morning we took a two-hour bus ride to the JFK airport and took a direct flight to Casablanca, arriving in Morocco on March 21. Then we took another two-hour bus ride to Rabat, where we are staying for nine days of orientation. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thus far, orientation has consisted of medical sessions, interviews, vaccinations, language classes, inspiring youth development videos, introduction to Islam, safety protocol and regulations, a peace corps volunteer support group, and a helpful session about the 7 components of a successful volunteer. The staff has been great, providing tons of advice about health, safety, language, cultural integration, etc. We have been divided into smaller language groups, which I find relieving. I tend to flourish more in smaller groups. My group consists of 4 other trainees. I will be spending a majority of my time with my language group and am looking forward to developing supportive relationships with them. Learning Moroccan Arabic has been so much fun! My teacher is a local Moroccan man who works with the Peace Corps. He seems really kinds and supportive. We are definitely delving right into the language, and I am confident that the Peace Corps will prepare us to work efficiently in our sites in a few months. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The nerves have definitely kicked into gear. Emotions range from fear to joy all in one day! I feel unsettled in an unfamiliar place. I have waited so long to go to Morocco and start my service that it often times feels so surreal. I am excited, but scared and anticipating the many challenges that are ahead. I have been asking myself questions like…will I be able to communicate with my host family? Will I feel safe with my family? How will I apply the skills I have to my community and how will I do it in Arabic!? I try to let go and let the process unfold. I tend to want to know or predict what is coming, but there is so much unknown. This experience is pushing me to give up control and place my complete faith in the journey. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This experience has already helped me appreciate the little things…I was so relieved the other day when we found an Internet café near our hotel. I don’t think I had ever been so excited to check my email and reconnect with my friends and family! Sharing my feelings with my fellow trainees is also helpful. We are going through the same experience and can really relate to one another. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The other day we had some free time after classes and we took a walk to the medina. We walked through the local market, consisting of clothes, spices, soaps, purses, etc. I really enjoyed the time to get outside our hotel and feel a little more apart of Morocco. We also had a free day, where we saw the beach, the mosque, another medina, and enjoyed a delicious Moroccan lunch! The food here is great, and I haven’t experienced any problems yet. The sugar intake may become an issue though! The pastries here are French inspired so they are very yummy. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will be traveling to Fez next week to begin my Community Based Training experience. I will be living with a Moroccan family and attending daily language classes with my language group. We also have a spring camp with the youth coming up! I am looking forward to meeting my host family, developing more relationships, learning more Arabic, and experiencing more Moroccan culture. </div></div>Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805335934960500244.post-80271902679425780902012-01-16T09:25:00.000-08:002012-01-18T12:44:52.471-08:002 Months until Departure!<div class="MsoNormal">In seeing that I am leaving for Morocco in only 9 weeks, I think it is time to write my first post! Hmm….Where to begin….Well, with many people asking me the question, why the Peace Corps? And, in seeing that this blog will be a place to record my ups and downs of Peace Corp life, I think it may be best to start off with an answer to that question. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have faith that the Peace Corps is supposed to be the next chapter of my life. I truly feel called to become a Peace Corps volunteer. I have a strong curiosity for learning about other cultures, a passion for positively shaping the lives of others, a desire to seek out life challenges that foster self-growth, and an insatiable thirst for travel! Thus, the Peace Corps merges together my many interests and passions and serves as a unique pathway to reaching my potential as a leader and a mentor. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My passion for travel developed during the fall semester of my junior year, when I had the opportunity to study abroad. During this semester, I was exposed to new cultures and experiences that broadened my global perspective. I began to grasp that this type of perspective helped me better understand people from different backgrounds and life experiences. I wanted to learn and experience more and go abroad again in the near future. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My study abroad experience served as a seed that eventually grew into the decision to become a Peace Corp volunteer. During the remainder of my junior and senior year I gained more volunteer experience and began talking to Peace Corp returnees on campus. I made the decision to postpone applying for graduate school and solely focus on my dream of becoming a Peace Corp volunteer. The application process began in the beginning of my senior year. I submitted my application in September 2011 and interviewed in November. I was nominated for Community Service and Youth Development in the region of Asia on December 1, leaving July 2011. Woo hoo!! I distinctly remember jumping around the Knapp computer lab in extreme excitement upon hearing this news. Then I began completing the long medical portion of the application. I submitted my medical paperwork to the Peace Corps, and the waiting process began. I waited, and waited, AND waited to be medically cleared. At this point, I learned what it meant to be patient…a much needed Peace Corps skill, that and flexibility. Once I was medically cleared, I waited some more to hear details about departure and country of service. However, I was given little information and graduated college not really knowing where and when I would be leaving for the Peace Corps. I did not hear anything until June 2011. About a month before I was originally supposed to leave, I received an email informing me that due to the budget cuts I would be reassigned to another region and possibly another sector of the Peace Corps. (Ahhh What!?) I also would not be leaving until sometime between January and March of 2012. (January!!??) And, more waiting began… I was surprised to hear this news, but also grateful. (I must also note that I went through this entire application journey with one of my best friends, Elizabeth. I am so grateful to have someone to talk to about the ups and downs of the Peace Corps application process.)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I realized that after I graduated college I was physically and mentally exhausted. I needed time to rejuvenate and prepare for a 27-month commitment abroad. I didn’t mind the idea of saving money…more travel money! More time at home also meant more time to spend with my best friends. (I love my weekly trips to Columbus to see Anna and my trip to Michigan to see Bethany and New York City to see Hillary were fun ones too!) With this news I started to plan a life for myself at home for the next 9 months. It seemed like a long time, but I knew that it would go by quickly. I started waitressing at a local Pizza place and learned about volunteer opportunities in my community. I started teaching English to refugees and immigrants in the city, helped counsel girls in an anger management class, taught inner city kids about healthy eating and exercise, and started nannying for a family. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">During the summer, I became close friends with Tom, who is currently serving in the Peace Corps. I had never felt a strong connection to my hometown, but with Tom’s help I learned that Cincinnati is actually a fun and interesting place. I did new things and got to talk about the Peace Corps as much as I wanted with him. Thanks Tom! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was not until August that I FINALLY received my invitation to serve in the Peace Corps as a Youth Developer in Morocco. Quite a drastic shift from Asia, but I couldn’t have been more excited. Tears of joy! All the waiting had paid off. I could not wait to bury myself in books about Moroccan life and culture. Oh, and I have to learn Arabic! (A little more difficult than I suspected. I’ve been trying to self-teach on you-tube…going a bit slow.) I learned that my first preliminary project as a youth developer will include teaching English. Then, I will complete a community assessment. Based on the needs of the community, I will be responsible for developing more youth projects. I am thrilled that I have been placed in the Youth Development sector of the Peace Corps. My passion for youth empowerment really blossomed when I led a weeklong service trip to a girl’s empowerment organization, mentored youth at a Domestic violence shelter, and taught dance at a summer camp for girls. I want to help youth recognize that their unique talents and abilities can foster change in their communities. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I also made a long list of things that I wanted to accomplish before leaving for Morocco, including learning as much Arabic as possible, reading lots of books about Morocco, learning how to play the guitar, spending as much time as possible with family and friends, study and re-take the GRE, save lots of money, do lots of yoga, take modern dance, and be healthy. I can say that I usually set my expectations way too high, but I have managed to read some goods books, do yoga, dance, get healthy, and save money. I still have a couple more months and hope to accomplish a few more things on my list. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My main focus is to try and prepare myself to be the best volunteer that I can be in Morocco. I am still so naïve to what the Peace Corps experience will encompass, but am aware that this will be one of the most challenging, but rewarding experiences of my life. I have read about others experiences in the Peace Corps, but I know that every individual experience is 100% unique. I am looking forward to being immersed into an environment where everyday will include learning and experiencing something new. I am thrilled about integrating myself into the Moroccan culture and am excited about building relationships with people that will shape my life forever. I am so grateful I have been given this opportunity to serve in the Peace Corps. I feel I will be engaging in rare experience of life! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As my time of departure comes closer and closer, emotions are beginning to set in...I find myself tearing up knowing my sisters will grow so much while I am gone and I will not be here to witness it, family members won’t be the same, and I will miss my friends so incredibly much! Life will keep on going no matter where I am in the world. Although it may seem scary at times, I know this is what I am called to do. And so my Peace Corps adventure begins…much more to come! </div>Melanie in Moroccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702004251252681947noreply@blogger.com3